“Mmmm, you taste delicious,” he said.
Every word sent a little puff of breeze across the knot of nerves, fanning the flames of her need, desire, and want even further. She panted harder when he added a third finger.
Her orgasm threatened to roll over her like a Sherman tank, and she fought with everything in her to keep from coming. She would not lose control. She could not lose control. She had to keep it together, for she had no idea what might happen if she ever really let go.
“Declan, please,” she cried softly.
Needing to hold onto something for control, she wrapped her arms around her legs and hugged them even tighter to her chest. That pulled her hips off the bed, pushing her clit further into Declan’s mouth.
He received her unspoken message and began to suck hard at her clit while filling her with his fingers, twisting and turning his hand as they moved in and out.
She continued fighting, panting, and making little sounds as she tried to hunch her hips into him even further.
“Relax, darlin’. Stop fightin’ yer need ta stay in control and come,” Declan ordered gently.
All at once, he slowed everything down. His fingers inched in and out of her as he split his attention between lapping at her flowing juices and gently suckling and nibbling at her clit.
“I can’t,” she panted, trying to move her body faster, harder against his hand and lips.
“Why not?”
Declan twisted his fingers to scrape them back and forth over her G-spot as he took her clit between his lips and sucked hard.
Chloe screamed as the orgasm she’d been trying to fight consumed her like a forest fire in dry brush. She cried out and came again when Declan bit her just above the top of her slit. She felt him sucking at her skin and felt something else, as if a connection was being built between them.
She whined when he pulled his teeth from her pelvis and slid his fingers out of her cunt. She sighed when the head of his cock brushed the wide-open mouth of her pussy. She sucked a breath when he slid full length into her without stopping, until she felt his balls brush against her ass cheeks.
Opening her eyes, she looked into his as he leaned over her with his head just above her left tit. Releasing her legs, she reached out and grabbed his arms, needing to hold onto something as she felt her arousal build again. He began to ease his cock out until just the head remained inside, and then slowly slid it back in again.
“More,” she begged. “Harder. Faster. More.”
“No,” he said, though his hips did move a fraction faster as he slid out, and then in again. “Now tell me why you didn’t want to come?”
Chloe opened her eyes again, wondering why she kept closing them.
“I can’t lose control,” she said softly.
Chapter 7
Declan pushed in and out twice more before stopping again. “Why not?”
Chloe stared at him. “How can you talk at a time like this? I thought once a man reached this point, all he could think about was getting off.”
Her eyes went wide when his eyes flashed red and a fierce, dark expression crossed his face. A moment later, it cleared, and then he leaned close enough to kiss the center of her chest. “Oh, I’m thinking about that all right. But I’m also wantin’ ta know why ye don’t want to come. Now spill.”
Instead of talking, Chloe began to rock her hips up and down. At least, she did until Declan took hold of them and held them still. “I’m waiting,” he said, sounding as if he had all the time in the world and wasn’t balls-deep in wet, squirmy, highly aroused woman.
“I can’t come,” she finally admitted softly.
“Horseshit. Ye jes’ did. And ye will again in another minute or so,” Declan said as he pulled his hips back and slammed them forward.
That lit a new fire in Chloe, which immediately roared out of control. In less than the minute Declan had predicted, she stood on the edge of a vortex looking orgasm in the face once again.
“Relax, darlin’, let go and fly,” Declan said.
His hips began to piston in and out faster and faster, sending them both higher and higher. She continued to fight off completion until he reached down and pinched her clit tight.
With a cry, she threw herself into the orgasm at the same moment he roared his own release. Letting go of everything, she allowed herself to float on a peachy-lavender cloud of completion. She roused only enough to whine when Declan pulled his cock from her and left the room, but she couldn’t get her mind to cooperate enough to worry about where he’d gone.
She wanted to get up and go find him, or at least call out and ask him where he was going, but nothing worked, and all she could do was make whimpering sounds.
“Shhh, darlin’, I haven’t gone anywhere,” he said a moment later when he returned. He’d brought a warm cloth and spent a moment cleaning her up before lying down next to her once again and pulling her back into his arms.
Chloe smiled as she nuzzled into his chest and drifted back to sleep again.
* * * *
She woke next with her head on a pillow instead of Declan’s chest. She heard Declan talking, but she didn’t understand the language. Opening her eyes, she saw a naked hip and thigh just inches from her nose. Feeling the need to mark him as he’d now marked her twice, she leaned forward and sucked a bruise up on his skin.
He never stopped talking but dropped one hand to tweak her earlobe in a “That’s enough, I’m busy” motion. But Chloe wanted more. Lifting up, she rested on one elbow and kissed her way across the crease where leg met body until she reached his rapidly expanding cock.
She heard his breath hitch as she took the head between her lips and began to lick at it. Then she slowly took in more and more of his thickening length, laving it with her tongue. She began to bob up and down, sucking and licking as she did so, needing to give back even though she knew she wasn’t good at giving a blow job.
At least that’s what her ex-husband had told her.
She continued until she heard Declan click off his cell phone and drop it on the nightstand. She smiled when his hands came down and took hold of her head.
“Ye nearly cost me a million euros,” he ground out as his hips began to flex forward.
“Sowwy,” she said without taking his cock from her mouth.
Chloe shifted so she lay between his legs, again without losing hold of his now-iron-hard shaft. As she began to move faster and suck harder, the fingers of one hand cupped his balls and began to gently knead them, earning her a groan of appreciation.
“Oh, darlin’, that feels so damn good.”
She pulled off his cock and looked up at him. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“God, no, luv. You’re perfect,” he said. “But ye don’t have to if it’s distasteful.”
Chloe shook her head and took him back into her mouth, sliding down as far as she could go without choking. Sealing her lips around him, she began to ride up and down his length, doing everything she could remember reading that a man liked. Declan groaned and moaned, and his hips snapped up until he roared his release. She gloried in the taste of the vampire and swallowed everything he had to give her. Once he finished, she laid her head on one thigh and held him gently in her mouth as he softened.
“Damn, that mouth is wicked.”
He sounded happy and relaxed. His words were slightly slurred as he combed his fingers through her hair.
Finally she released him and, after kissing the slit, rolled to once again lie beside him. “Did you really like it?”
He slid down so they lay nose to nose. “Ye’ve had very poor lovers in the past if they didn’t praise you on all your lovemaking skills. Yer a treasure, Chloe. Yer my treasure,” he said before leaning in and kissing her until she was breathless.
“Unfortunately,” he continued after he pulled away, “I must go home now and deal with a work problem that has come up. Can I see you tonight?”
“Of course,” she said, trying to keep the dis
appointment from her tone. She had hoped he would stay so they could continue until she had to get up and go to work on Monday.
“Why don’t you come over about seven, and we’ll snuggle on the couch and watch a movie,” he suggested.
“I’d like that,” she said as he rolled out of bed. He was dressed in less than a minute, while she still lay on the bed, too relaxed to move.
“Have ye finished yer editing?”
“Yes, all finished and sent in.”
“Then why don’t ye take another little nap now. Ye’ll need yer strength fer tonight,” Declan said. He gave her one last smacking kiss then pulled away before she could stop him. “And wear another skirt like ye did last night, without the panties.”
Chloe didn’t argue or try to follow him. She was nearly asleep before he walked out of the front door.
* * * *
At seven o’clock, Chloe stepped out her front door and looked across the street. Declan sat in a rocking chair watching her with a hungry and satisfied look in his eyes. The sex switch in her pelvis flipped on high at the sight of him. Her nipples went hard, and her pussy began to dampen.
Her body’s reaction surprised her. What happened to the woman her ex had called an icy fish? Was it him or the fact that she had never had sex as good as she had with one Declan Flannery? She was shocked that all she could think about was getting him behind a locked door and naked again.
Declan met her gaze and smiled. She watched as he lifted his left arm and curled his fingers in a “come here” gesture.
Her pussy clenched as she patted the pocket of her shorts to confirm she had her keys. Without further thought, she started down the walk toward him, blind to everything but the light eyes that held her captive even from this distance.
She’d just taken two steps into the street when someone grabbed her and yanked her back onto the grass. A fast-moving delivery van flashed by with a loud honk of its horn. She blinked, but didn’t realize how close she’d come to injury until Ray turned her to look at him and not Declan.
“Baby, you’ve got to be more careful. That box truck just about took you out,” he said with a hand on each shoulder holding her in place.
“It did?”
Before he could answer, Jasmine trotted over to them. “Chloe, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Jasmine. Thanks, Ray. I’ll see you later,” Chloe said. She turned to continue her short trip to Declan’s house, but Jasmine clung to her arm. “Jasmine, I need my arm.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’ve been invited to Declan’s. We’re going to watch a movie.”
“Why don’t you join us up at my house instead? I’m cooking a pork tenderloin,” Winston offered as Chloe pried Jasmine’s fingers from her arm.
“I’ll talk to Declan and see what he wants to do,” Chloe said. When she finally freed herself from the other woman’s hold, she took two steps back before the other woman could latch on again.
“Be careful, Chloe. I have a bad feeling about that guy,” Jasmine said as Chloe started across the street again, this time careful to look both ways as she did so.
* * * *
If he had been a younger vampire, Declan would have been across the street, and the man touching his mate would have been shredded vulture bait, and it did not matter that he had just saved Chloe’s life. The man had touched his mate. Instead, Declan took a deep breath and unclenched his fists. He had to allow his mate to deal with the situation. Through their bond, he sent her strength to say no and get away from the human vampires as Jasmine and another man approached.
He watched her pull Jasmine’s arm off of her then back away, all the time shaking her head. A moment later, the three other humans turned and headed down the sidewalk as she walked across the street toward him. She smiled at him, looking rested and triumphant.
“They want us to join them for pork tenderloin and beer,” she said as she climbed the porch stairs and sat in the chair next to his. “I said I was spending the evening with you, watching movies.”
“Did they accept that answer?”
“Not happily, but when I told them I’d talk to you and see if you wanted to join them, they backed down.”
“I’m thinking maybe we should go and have a beer with them. Then we’ll come home and continue with our evening.” Declan slid his hand between her thighs and slid it up until he reached her naked pussy.
“Can you drink beer?” she managed to say as a finger slid between her pussy lips and flicked across her clit. She sucked a breath as erotic fire shot out from her clit to the rest of her body.
“Of course, but the alcohol has no effect on me. So if you ever decide you want to go out bar hopping, I’ll be happy to be your designated driver.” Declan stood then held out a hand. “Now, shall we go and have a beer with your Porch People?”
* * * *
Chloe stared at his hand for a moment before placing hers into it. How could he expect her to be guardedly polite when he had her so turned on her thighs were now damp with her juices. As she stood and they crossed the porch, her gut clenched painfully. She had a feeling this meeting between Declan and the Porch People would not end well.
“Darlin’?” Declan asked as they stepped into the empty street. “Are ye okay?”
Chloe took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m fine, but think I’d rather be snuggling with you on the couch watching a movie.”
Declan squeezed her hand. “It will be fine. I won’t let them eat you alive. That’s my job,” he teased with a smile.
Chloe giggled and hoped he was right.
Chapter 8
Ray and Jasmine reached them first while Winston went into his house. Chloe knew from past experience that the man was retrieving beers from the refrigerator for the newcomers since the cooler appeared empty.
“Hey, baby, glad to see you were able to talk him into coming,” Ray said, pulling her into a hug.
Chloe returned the hug, but when she tried to pull away, he didn’t release her. She heard a growling noise come from Declan, but couldn’t do anything about it. After all, Ray was half a foot taller than she was, and muscular from his job as a personal trainer. When he finally did release her, Jasmine was there to take his place.
“Remember what I said,” the woman whispered in her ear before letting her go. “There’s something hinky about him.”
Chloe stepped back and took Declan’s left hand. “Declan, this is Ray. You’ve already met Jasmine. And that is Winston,” she said, waving to the man who held three beers in one hand as he crossed the yard to join their little gathering.
“Here, have a beer,” Winston said. He handed Chloe two beers, and Ray the third, before shaking Declan’s hand. “So you’re the latest man in our porn star’s life.”
Chloe dropped her head and groaned. Ever since he’d found out she edited erotic romance as a job, Winston had called her porn star. Not the most flattering thing he could have named her, but once he decided something, there was no changing his mind. And he didn’t call anyone by their name, just whatever crazy nickname he gave them.
“Porn star?” Declan glanced at her with one raised eyebrow and a smile.
“He calls me that because of my editing job,” she explained.
Declan smiled. “Interesting.”
Taking one of the beers from her, he followed the crowd as they moved to the front porch that ran the width of Winston’s house. Once they were seated in chairs Winston had rescued from the dump then cleaned up, Declan took her hand in his and rested their joined hands high on his thigh. Chloe cringed as the interrogation began, wishing yet again that Declan had declined to attend this gathering.
“So, Declan, what do you do?” Winston asked.
“I’m an international business consultant,” Declan answered easily.
Though Chloe felt like jumping up and pacing the porch, Declan seemed relaxed in his chair and at ease with the questions.
“How long have you been in New Bern?”
Ray asked. “I don’t think I’ve seen you at any of the chamber gatherings.”
“I’ve lived in the area my whole life. My house has been in my family since my great-grandfather built it in 1920. I just moved in a couple years ago after the last tenants moved out.
“And how long have you been fucking Chloe?” Jasmine asked in her blunt, no-holds-barred way.
“Jasmine!” Chloe’s face went red-hot as she stared hard at the woman she’d come to think of as a friend.
Declan squeezed her hand tight before she could say anything further.
“I don’t believe it’s polite to kiss and tell,” he responded easily, though there was a thread of steel running through his tone that seemed to reach everyone.
“Okay, so what are your intentions toward her?” Jasmine came back without hesitation. “Are you looking for a convenient woman to fuck when you have time and are horny? Or are you planning to actually date the woman in addition to screwing her?”
“Oh my God,” Chloe said, raising a hand to cover her burning cheeks as she stared daggers at Jasmine. “I cannot believe you just asked that.”
Jasmine’s expression went blank for a moment before she frowned at Chloe. “Well, somebody has to since you won’t. We love you and don’t want to see you get hurt,” she said in a chastising tone.
Chloe dropped her hand from her face, grabbed her beer, and took several large swallows. Turning to Declan, she saw he was studying Jasmine, who stared back at him with a not-too-friendly expression.
“I plan to love Chloe until our dying breaths,” he finally stated, before lifting his beer and taking a single swallow. “That is, if she agrees to be mine that long.”
“Uh-huh,” Jasmine said, obviously not believing him.
“Jasmine, stop,” Chloe demanded, though she knew Jasmine would ignore her.
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